Karma

Karma is like karma: It bites you in the ass when you least expect it: Like it's about to bite me: I'm fine, eating a potato chip (not) and waiting for my ship to karma in, knowing, full well, that I'm going to die some horrible, searing, tearing, burning hot-horrible-burning-on-fire death--ALONE--probably at the hand of my most beloved at the time.(pause) It's not just me: Even Richard Prior asked for, and got, a pistol to keep under his pillow when he was dying--and he had cerebral palsy or some terrible disease!!!!(pause)Right now: I'm at the top, (climbing) of my game: Taking all the Respiridol Consta (now they've added pills to the shots) that they can throw at me--and it's agreeing with me, (nevermind that tomorrow I'll probably be diagnosed with Diabetes, or worse, and lose my feet and my eyes and my mind 'cause that's all a crock!!!!)--I'm ignoring the news because i can't get it right: my computer's under repair--and I'm trying to get a bird because I'm lonely outa my mind!!!! (pause) to top it off: I'm probably headed for Hell--for bein' a pain and not just accepting all the good--and I'm kissin' off Obama for even THINKING of going to war in Afganistan.(which we can't even spell-or write--let alone guess the multiple-internal politics/culture/etc.--of) we're just plannin' to go to war with them--mostly for the hell of it: Well: While I may DIE alone and practically LIVE alone--or worse: The world-a la George Carlin--can "Kiss my grits" --RELIGIONS AND ALL.
--and I'll see you around--if you don't see me, first...